Page 26 of Breaking the Rules
Relents with a smile.
AnI want to fuck yousmile.
I tell my body to cool it.
But my head still fills with thoughts of stripping her naked and driving inside her.
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"So…"Emma presses her palms against her dark jeans. "Any word from Mr. Brooding Bad Boy?"
I stop at the crosswalk. Hit the button. It's a gorgeous day. The sunset streaks the sky orange. The air is cool and crisp. It even smells like fall. "Mr. Brooding Bad Boy?"
"Brendon."
I can't help but chuckle.
"Don't laugh. You're giving him a run for his money."
"Oh?"
She nods.
"Your type?"
"Yeah. Just like how you're into the daddy stuff." She shakes her head, but a smile still spreads over her red lips.
"Glad you accepted it instead of kink shaming me."
She makes a show of rolling her eyes. "I know it's been a while since we've hung out one-on-one, but I don't remember you being this annoying."
"I was. You've forgotten."
She stifles a laugh. "I still remember that time you came over to console Brendon after his girlfriend dumped him."
Fuck, I forgot about that. He barely dated. But there was one girl in high school he adored. They wrote punk lyrics together and dyed each other's hair red.
He didn't pull it off.
And, fuck, I was out of my depth with honest conversations about relationships.
"You two stayed up late drinking something you stole from your parents' liquor cabinet. Then you threw up all over my rug."
"How is your rug?"
The light switches to green. Emma looks both ways and steps into the crosswalk. "It never recovered."
"Fuck, how will I make that up to you?"
"Hmm… it's almost like you could stop babysitting me."
"But I couldn't." I've failed Brendon enough times—I sure as hell didn't help him get over his breakup. It's not happening again.
She groans in agony.
"Am I that bad?"
"It's all relative." She steps onto the sidewalk. This is the last main street before we move into the neighborhood, but this entire area is swarmed with cars. It's a mix of shops, houses, beach.
